The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Watch your own steps!
No good thought, no evil thought.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
It rains: the earth wet.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
No ugliness in a loved child.
All things that exist are like a dream, a phantom, a bubble, a reflection; they are like dew or lightning; thus should you view them.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
From the origins nothing exists.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Once you preach, the point is gone.